12 Her Quarters

They trained more on presence for the rest of the afternoon before Uncle Bob drove Beatrice home from the 'club'.

Standing outside the club, in a hidden alley stood two figures watching the two drove away.

"Aiya! Looks like your little crush is playing at the bar! I can't believe the ice queen is actually-"

"Shut your ass up Mark" he growled resisting the urge to punch his best friend's annoying ass. Without another word, he came out from the alley and started his car.

"Wait up! Don't leave me here!" Mark managed to jump into the Mercedes-Benz before Leon stepped onto the gas driving away.

Driving in silence, Mark started to ask, "hey why do you always stalk her for? Are you too much of a coward to face her? For god's sake you're a Hanson!"

Leon didn't reply, only looking out of the windshield to see the black car turned right.

Mark only sighed as his best friend gave him a silent treatment. It was always like this! Leon's so cold to him, but changes his attitude from one time to another. He was starting to think Leon was bipolar!

Leon is handsome, Mark will admit that. But he was covering it with his bangs and being out of the limelight. If Leon were to have a haircut, the ladies would go crazy because he saw the beautiful blue eyes underneath the bangs once before. Not to mention Leon was the heir to the Hanson Conglomerate! The biggest Conglomerate of City A, possibly the biggest in the country! And he, Mark Wei, is the heir to the biggest Entertainment industry in City A! And yet here they are, chasing after an iceberg of a girl.

They were always together, sticking together like glue since elementary school. Since the duo started high school and Beatrice showed up, Leon has been persistently stalking her since.

Leon never told him the reason, but Mark wasn't stupid to ignore the loving glaze Leon had as he watched her.

He could only wondered if they had some kind of history together.

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Beatrice came home late and is currently being nagged at by Damien.

"Alright, alright, geez I was only an hour late to my curfew. Why are you nagging so loudly?" Beatrice pinched her forehead.

"Hmph! Because I did extra work for you and waited for you to come home. Here" Damien tossed her a folder.

"What's this?" Beatrice asked as she opened up to see. It was stores for rent around the area where the Broans company is located. There were many stores Damien founded and he organized it in the folder for Beatrice to choose.

"Wow, you're fast. I only mentioned my plans yesterday" Beatrice said her eyes still on the folder.

"Of course, I am! Hehehe" Damien grinned. "For now, rent the store. You can decide to purchase the property after you establish your business."

"I like this one" Beatrice pointed at a three-story building. "It has a lot of space. There's even a second and third floor. When can I check out the building?"

"Alright, I'll make arrangements and tell you when" Damien looked at the folder and noted the building Beatrice wanted.

"Thank you, I'll go to bed now" Beatrice then went into her bedroom. She then took a long shower to loosen her muscles that she had trained earlier.

Coming out of the bathroom, she walked up to her large desk that's filled with papers. It was her sketches for dresses, suits, shirts, pants, etc. Her wall is filled with pinned sketches that she liked. Beatrice wasn't going to open a store without any ideas in mind, she had been creating and inventing for the past years to start her fashion journey.

On top of the wall hanged a paper with the designed logo of "Queen's Quarters" or "QQ" in gold. This is going to be a luxury brand so she might as well as go all out.

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Beatrice slept in as it was the weekend. The sun was shining on her face making her wake up in the blinding lights.

She was eating breakfast... erm lunch in the dinning room when she got a call from Damien. "Beatrice, go get change and meet me at the company. We're going to see the building for your store."

"That quick? Alright, I'll go change" Beatrice hung up and went to change into casual jeans and a T-shirt. Even with a casual outfit, her beauty still stands out like no other. Though she was only 165 cm tall, her body to legs proportions could make her a model.

Beatrice called for a taxi as she didn't have her license yet, and went on her way to the Broans company.

Arriving at the enormous modern building, Beatrice paid her fare and walked inside the building. The receptionist already knew who she was, so showed Beatrice the way to Damien's office.

Without knocking on the door, Beatrice swung the CEO's door open. "I'm here, Damien."

"I never teached you manners? Can't you knock?" Damien looked at his sister who was a copy of him but in a shorter female form.

"No" she replied bluntly.

"Alright, let's go" Damien took his jacket and keys as he guided her to the underground parking lot.

Inside her brother's blue Bugatti car, she watched outside the window seeing the streets passing by, then arriving at their destination in just five minutes.

Looking around, Beatrice could see the building is modern and within the shopping plaza of the center of City A. This was going to take a lot of money to rent.

A man toured them around the huge building with three floors in total. The first floor was very spacious and ideal for displays and shopping. The second floor could be used as the working center for her to make the clothing. Seeing how big the space was, Beatrice thought of maybe hiring people to work with her. And the third floor was a bit smaller, but it was big for a room. Beatrice thought this would be hers and Feifei's office.

Beatrice looked down at the streets buzzing with people through the floor-to-ceiling window. "Damien, I like this place."

"Alright, then I'll buy it" Damien then made a few phone calls.

"I thought we were renting it" Beatrice laughed.

"I changed my mind. It's better to buy the property for ourselves, rather then having someone out-rent us for the building" Damien replied.

This was her beginning in the fashion industry. Now Beatrice just need to find talented people to work with.